Essay on UN- United We Stand: A Short Story

“Yes. There wasn’t that many.” James replied quietly. He placed the rest of the boxes in the car. As he climbed into the backseat, he glanced at the building behind him through the window. He assumed that this would be the last time.

“—wait, no. Bloody tech, must have been a glitch, it’s weak, but I’ve got a pulse.”

“But, where did they come from?" she asked. He glanced at her, smiled, but did not answer her question

“Doesn’t that only occur when someone suffers from extreme damage to their body?” Aurelia asked, upset.

‘United We Stand, Divided We Fall”, aesop fables (http://www.bartleby.com/17/1/52.html) immediately became the battle cry of the Nation following the 9/11 Terrorist Attacks on US soil, it was interpreted that if we bind together as a people in the face of adversity, diversity, hate and pain we could create a barrier that would protect us, our children, our families, our neighbors, life as we wanted it to be. United We Stand, Divided We Fall quickly became anti-muslim propaganda, spewing hatred based on religious beliefs, which spiraled into anti-middle eastern riots and hate crimes with the swiftness that could make heads spin.

"What the hell was that? Are you crazy or just stupid?" He made note of her hands; knuckles smattered with rust-color blood stains he could only pray wasn't hers.

The angry tendons on his neck throbbed. The rims of his eyes were bloodshot, his black pupils dilated – I was looking into the eyes of the Devil.

“I don’t know, but she hadn’t left her house, or answered her door for three days. And the lights remained on the entire time. So, I thought something must be wrong.”

“Hey, Loren,” Danny spoke on the line, “Come here.” She stood in the middle of the hanging photos. Her brow was crumpled, teeth worrying her bottom lip. The picture in front of her caused her stress. Loren came in, noticing the way she stared at one picture. He looked at it, seeing past the dead body. The sheer amount of blood made him nauseous. He liked to pay attention

for a long time about it. “I guess I don’t really know!” she said with a scarily happy tone

“The blood over here,” Merrick said pointing to the large stains by a crate and what seemed to be a metal bowl. “This was the victim’s blood.”

“Mister, erm… You shouldn’t be so spooked. I am alive, after all.” Quinn muttered. She was in immense pain. Everywhere hurt. She couldn’t move anything but her mouth.

"Have heard about the demon wipe out?" they gave me a weird look. "Yes, we know about it." I continued with my

“Wereworms. I don’t even know why I’m surprised anymore.” Gemma pushed her hair out of her face, suddenly just feeling overwhelmingly exhausted. “That’s what those massive things that burst out of the rock were?”

“We 're only a few moments away from getting back to the guild after being away for a whole week and you haven 't injured yourself.” Lucy placed her hand on my shoulder, congratulating me on the victory of my lack of clumsiness during our mission. “You somehow always manage to harm yourself.”